#Photographer (Identity V)

[novaspurgatory]

YOU ARE A 60 YEAR OLD MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[momo-hearts]

Can I request yandere Joseph with a gn reader who don't want to be remembered? As in 'whats the point of taking a picture for immortalization ? We are all going to die anyways.' (reader is not depressed just very nihilistic) a one-shot please.

Joseph Desaulniers, PhotoGrapher

when you first arrive at the manor, it feels like he was pulled into a flytrap like an immobilized insect waiting to be devoured by a predator. it was rare for him to be so in love a survivor at that.. he was known to be playing with other peoples heart strings and using them for his own benefit. so the feeling was new to him at least, but you see it as a bother. you only wanted the prize of whatever it can grant, that is to be forgotten. don't know why but out of all wish and prizes you were the most shocking one. to be forgotten? how he can ignore such a beauty as you? it must be a gods grace even heavens angel befallen only for himself only. though.. when he got to know you more through matches and casual talk while waiting for other survivors were... interesting to say. you are scared but rather.. nihilistic toward the game, only rescuing when needed or how far you are with the survivor. the word forgotten were engraved towards your mind, no matter what when he insisted about immortality you arent that phased and declined his offer numerus times.  “can i ever change your mind about being forgotten? im sure immortality is much more fitting dont you say mi’ amor?” he have his head resting on his hand, while his curved sword were resting beside you, obviously planted elegantly and stuck on the wooden floor boards of the manor. having a sigh released from your mouth before putting down your fork, loosing your apetite. “how many times to i have to tell you photographer? whats the point of being immortal when everyday life would bore you? “ you questioned the hunter infront of you. you have no interest in such desire to live forever, rather it bore you. what does life have to offer more when you see it all? nothing, absolutely nothing. having your butter knive directly under the hunters chin as you lead his head closer to your face, the eye contact was something he wasnt expecting but he rather love it. knowing that you only have your eyes on his light blue pupils who adored your every facial features he can bring. that eye contact didnt last long though, as you moved to his ear to whisper something that he wasnt quite expected but knew nonetheless. “whats the point of perserving your goal when you knew this is an endless game of cat and mouse that we all cant escape?” ah that voice when you were serious.. that were symphonys and melodys to his ear. he doesnt care what you just said, he only want to hear your voice “ what ever you say mademoiselle...” he will do it himself if you arent so willing.

[t0bey]

wow i love atropos ropes lore

[khaagora]

forgot to post it here

[nightwonder7]

Nightwatch is about to have the worst level of beef with both FG and Norton after this nymph awards thing /j /silly

It's gonna be a hard pill to swallow. For different reasons...

[ramenthievery]

Siblings !!!

[a018233]

can yu do Stalker! Joseph who takes photos of you as you sleep, and then takes them for “personal use” nutting to photos of you

—୨୧ Stalker Joseph headcannons .

cw: Yandere content, NSFW centered, stalking, Joseph is nasty, edging , GN reader.

A/N: yk what I'm thinking anon?.. that.. your a smart guy.. big brain.

• Joseph is enamored by you, he's already so obsessed with you that it makes his cold hunter heart plapitate uncontrollably at the thought of you!!

• He thought that he'd be content with stalking and admiring you from afar, but eventually that's not enough anymore.

• He wants-- needs more. More of you!!

• He thinks of you all the time, and when he isn't, he's developing photographs he took of you.

• So it's not that surprising when his thoughts take a not so innocent turn.

• Once these thoughts of him defilling your cute self, he can't stop him. He only gets more infatuated with you!!

• With how adorable you look, you're practically begging him ravage you. Right?

• Your like a pretty little doll ready to be tied up and posed in front of his camera, that's what your waiting for. Is it not?

• Taking photos from afar isn't enough. It doesn't satisfy him anymore.

• Eventually, Joseph finds himself in your room, camera in hand.

• This photographer wants to sink in between your legs so terribly so. He has to hold himself back from wanting to tear the covers off you.

• But you're lucky he's a gentleman and wishes to court you. He's willing to wait and play the long game.

• Till then, he'll settle for taking photos of you sleeping. Those photos of you doing mundane things don't do it for him anymore.

• Besides, being here. In your room, where he shouldn't be. Feels exhilarating.

• He'll take a few photos, run his hands from your waist, down to your thighs. Giving you a couple of cheek and jawline kisses before he bids you adieu.

• Joseph likes the look of you. He can't tell if it's the way you carry yourself or the fact you're a survivor. But something about you is so naive, innocent.

• An innocence he both wants to protect and corrupt.

• You're pure as a fresh snow, untouched. He cannot wait for the day he can call you his, and his alone.

Joseph wasn't one to touch himself like this. It's so unsavory, adulterated, and foul. But he can't stop the moans that slip from his mouth. This isn't his fault. It's yours. Your the one who looks so irresistible in these photos. He groans and whines, before stopping before he could climax. He can't cum, not when he has so much to think about.

Joseph takes his hand off his cock, his other hand carrying the photo he took of you tonight. Tonight was a treat. You must've had a rough match today, you didn't even bother to change into your sleepwear. You just settled for kicking off your clothes and hopping into bed. So cute. Joseph then changes his position, placing the photos flat onto bedding, adjusting himself so his dripping tip is leaking onto the softness of the bedding. He places his hand onto his dick, wishing it was you instead. His labored breaths fills the room as he pumps himself faster besides the usual pace he goes with. He pumps himself faster and faster until he cums. Cumming all over your photos and his bed, breathing heavily afterwards. He sighs before wiping his hands clean with his hankchief, shaking his head.

Oh, if only he could cum on your pretty face instead. Maybe inside your mouth instead, would you be a sweetheart and swallow? Or would you not be able to take it and spit it out? Oh well, he'll find out soon enough, and he'll be sure to immortalize those moments with his camera.

[chawawanya]

All hunters!! [2/?]

[rosemaze-reveries]

Ithaqua and Joseph and a sleepy reader hcs please? If not that’s ok 💕

bartender.... sleepytime tea please.... and make it a double

Ithaqua 🌪️

Ithaqua is fiercely protective of his boundaries, making him seem aloof towards most things. But when he gets close with someone, it’s like a switch goes off in him.

He fusses over you often -- trekking through the snow, he’ll always keep a hand hovering around you in case you trip. He also likes to walk directly in front of you while holding your hand, knowing you tend to lose focus of your surroundings when you’re drowsy.

Has a knack for soothing you to sleep, replicating techniques that his mother would use on him: humming her lullabies to you, stroking your hair, or softly talking with you until you’re too tired to keep going.

Everyday he hangs your blankets by the fire, so they’re warm and toasty whenever you need them. He wishes he thought of doing this when his mom was around, but he’s happy to do it for you now.

Doesn’t really cuddle with you. He feels more secure sitting in a nearby chair where he can watch over you.

The most he’ll do is hold your hand, or sometimes even let you pull him down for a kiss... but you’d have a hard time getting him to leave that chair. He’s always on guard in case of unwelcome visitors.

Joseph 📸

Joseph looks forward to finding you asleep in random spots around the manor. It means he can carry you back to bed <3

He has a very gentle, rhythmic walk, so you usually sleep through it. But every once in a while you wake up in his arms, and he jokingly complains that you’ll sleep anywhere except next to him.

It’s common for you to come over to wherever he’s sitting and rest your head against his shoulder. He’ll bring you into his lap so you can rest comfortably, and also use the chance to take a break himself.

The type to keep saying he’s got work to do, but doesn’t resist you at all. You’re always a very welcome interruption.

He fell into a habit of playing with your fingers while you doze off next to him. Now, even when you’re not there, his hand mindlessly wanders to find you.

He’ll act as if he was reaching for something else, whether or not someone was watching him.

Waking you up is one of his favorite things to do. He loves watching you curl into his chest for one more minute of warmth, and he’ll pepper kisses up your jawline as an apology for disrupting your sleep <3

[otakusparkle]

Identity V Stageplay Episode 4 Preview Video

[didstwt]

regular joscarls(+solo music master) and quick honkai joscarl i cooked up during 2.1

[ferry-man-sam]

Lazy little comic as I experiment with lining styles! This stupid idea has been plaguing me for a while

[colonelcuckoo]

[t0bey]

the 2023 essence S tiers everybody (and. star seeker)

[kainereee]

It's like burning ...

( a redraw of an illustration by kotteri, original can be found under the cut! )

[teabreakpancakes]

Can you do Joseph,Aesop and Wu Chang with a male s/o who is a demon like Nezuko

male s/o used to be a lab experiment and he likes wearing kimono

Bound By The Red Spider Lilies Joseph, Aesop and Wu Chang x Male! Reader

although this is a male reader request, i don't actually use gender specific pronouns while writing, i use the personal pronoun "you" mostly

Genre: Fluff

You were a new hunter that arrived a few days prior, someone of Japanese descent like Miss Michiko. They were only told one sentence about you: "That muzzle keeps all the residents of the manor safe, it's in your best interest to keep that in mind". Throughout your stay, you piqued the interest of a certain hunter/survivor, luring them in with your charm—although, should it not be the flower that is picked and held captive?

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Il est beau" Joseph muttered under his breath, onyx eyes gleaming under the old fashioned chandelier of the manor's living room. He could only admire you for so long until you noticed, your head snapping in his direction, tilting towards your left inquisitively.

Joseph coughed into his gloved hand, an elegant and practiced smile gracing his face, sheepishness barely visible to those that didn't know him—had he been alive, he would've been blushing. "What book are you reading amour?" he questioned, not wanting to explain why he was once again caught watching you like a moron. You shook your head, eyes smiling as you showed him the front cover of the book. Joseph sat down beside you, leaning over slightly to trace the engraved title. 'The book appears to be of Japanese origin', he guessed, unfamiliar with the letters used.

"Would it trouble you if I asked of you to read this book to me?" he inquired in a hushed tone, peering into their unnaturally coloured irises. It was a lighthearted request, one he had been withholding for a while; He knew that if he were to ask, you would not hesitate to indulge him, he know that only he had the privilege to hear your voice, to see your smile, to hear you laugh. Your voice was a treasure to him, one that meant you trusted him.

Your broad shoulders shook with a silent chuckle, nodding at the French aristocrat. You stood from your seat on the couch, holding out a hand for the photographer to hold. You departed, walking side-by-side towards his room. He traced patterns into your warm skin; Had he not known you were a demon, he would've taken you for a human, but he supposes it was unnatural for him, a dead man, to possess a heart that beats once more.

he gifts you kimonos of high quality, as well as a few traditional japanese treats (he asked miss Geisha)

hums lullabies to you on nights where any sound a level higher than average incites anxiety and fear within you—like he used to do so with claude back then

often takes pictures of you, ones that appreciate every little bit of you: the parts you like and don't like are all of the highest form of beauty in his eyes

aids you in maintaining and caring for yourself: if you have long hair, he combs through it every day at least three times. he also takes care of your nails—they grow rapidly, so he has to trim them pretty often so you don't injure yourself

he enjoys watching you perform tea ceremonies when you both have afternoon tea together—on occasions when it's cloudy and dark outside

he's asked Geisha about japanese etiquette on numerous occasions as to not disrespect you

he prides on the fact that only he has heard your voice within the manor

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋

Aesop was a social recluse, he had just so happened to encounter you in the main hall of the manor during one of the rare occasions of his person leaving the comfort of his room. He had never expected a hunter—let alone someone as beautiful as you—to send one of the kindest "smiles" in his direction; He felt as if the kindness conveyed through your eyes alone brought a touch of colour to the monochrome life he had lived through until that very moment.

Months later, he had received the highest privilege he could have ever wished for: calling you his beloved. You, who was already one with what could be called "eternal rest", the you who claimed to be deceased and yet showed more life than those of which who still had blood pumping through their very veins.

Before meeting you, he could only see beauty in the act of dying. He finds you, the love of his life, to be the one thing in his life that remains untouched by outside principles he's been taught.

He ponders deeply as you grace him with a smile, one not hidden away behind a piece of bamboo. 'Was this the love my mother talked about?', the question remained unanswered, and yet despite that, he could say with confidence that he loves you. But, would he really remain by your side until the end of time? he's only a mortal after all.

he tends to spend his time outside more often because of you—away from prying eyes at the very least, during the night

he adores the way you look at him, how could you look at him with such fondness—such care—such a doting gaze on the likes of him?

he doesn't know how to comfort people, but he tries for you; he combs through your hair gently, letting you lay on his chest

aesop tends to sleep at the same time as you, if you stay up, he can too, if you sleep early, he sleeps early too

he sometimes traces over the lovely patterns left on your skin that were caused by the experiment, always tells you about how beautiful you are with them too

he adores your voice, considers it a blessing to hear you speak

for some reason, you are drawn to warmth. so he becomes used to physical touch, the reason being one, wanting to be closer to you and two, because you are akin to a reptile and he is your 'heating pad'

avoids bringing up the topic of death with you, he knows you think of it as unpleasant, so why would he go out of his way to displease you?

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Upon meeting you, they never could have anticipated that you were such... a bright soul. Had you never had told them, they never would've thought that you weren't a mortal. You seemed more human than most of them, the only indicators of you being of a different species were your eyes—such a colour could never belong to a human—and your souvenirs from the scientists that performed experiments on you.

You were an incredibly gentle soul, cowering upon meeting them initially. Wujiu quickly learned that speaking softly with you was a must if he wished to befriend you. They learned that being patient with you was the key to getting close to one of the most sincere individuals in their lifetime.

Bi'an and Wujiu were enamoured by you, there was only such a small amount of individuals capable of conversing or even interacting with them since they normally kept to themselves. You had wormed yourself into their lives, seeking solace within the small world of the umbrella the two souls choose to reside in.

With you, their closed off world gained unimaginable amounts of colour that completely erased any trace of mundanity from their daily cycle of life. Change isn't a welcome occurrence for some individuals, but they couldn't help but be eternally thankful for your arrival in their lives.

wujiu makes his voice softer and more quiet with you

bi'an often dotes on you with physical touch (he knows it comforts you if it's done by people you're close to)

most of the time they have outside of matches is spent with you

if your hair is long, they both enjoy caring for your hair—using up so many hours on just pampering you in general

they both tend to worry about the state of your teeth—does it not hurt to bite on the bamboo for so long?

when taking strolls outside and it's not completely dark, their umbrella comes in handy! they shield you from any light that could possibly hit you—even if you say it's not "fatal", it still hurts you do just accept their treatment

you three have matching kimonos, matching in pattern but each in your own colpur palettes

A/N: we got a four day break ^^, ofc, i still have tasks to accomplish but at least we don't have any class